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Updated: May 1, 2025
Only one of the girls that came out with her got away, and she jumped out of a second-story window one night. There was a great fuss about that maybe you heard of it." "I did," said Jurgis, "I heard of it afterward." "There's lots of money in it," said Marija "they get as much as forty dollars a head for girls, and they bring them from all over.
Marija could do the work of an able-bodied man, when she was cheerful, but discouragement wore her out easily, and she would come home at night a pitiable object. She learned her lesson this time, poor creature; she learned it ten times over. All the family learned it along with her that when you have once got a job in Packingtown, you hang on to it, come what will.
Passing through the doorway the door smote him full, and the shriek which followed brought the dancing to a halt. Marija, who threatened horrid murder a hundred times a day, and would weep over the injury of a fly, seized little Sebastijonas in her arms and bid fair to smother him with kisses.
Jurgis was determined that Teta Elzbieta should stay at home to keep house, and that Ona should help her. He would not have Ona working he was not that sort of a man, he said, and she was not that sort of a woman. It would be a strange thing if a man like him could not support the family, with the help of the board of Jonas and Marija.
"But where shall I go?" Jurgis asked, helplessly. "I don't know where," she answered. "Go on the street, if there is no other place only go! And stay all night!" In the end she and Marija pushed him out of the door and shut it behind him. It was just about sundown, and it was turning cold the rain had changed to snow, and the slush was freezing.
So he got up, and she gave him the new address of the family, a tenement over in the Ghetto district. "You go there," she said. "They'll be glad to see you." But Jurgis stood hesitating. "I I don't like to," he said. "Honest, Marija, why don't you just give me a little money and let me look for work first?" "How do you need money?" was her reply.
This was the experience of Antanas; and then there came also Jonas and Marija with tales to tell. Marija was working for one of the independent packers, and was quite beside herself and outrageous with triumph over the sums of money she was making as a painter of cans.
In one of the smaller plants she had stumbled upon a room where scores of women and girls were sitting at long tables preparing smoked beef in cans; and wandering through room after room, Marija came at last to the place where the sealed cans were being painted and labeled, and here she had the good fortune to encounter the "forelady."
She said not a word of reproach she and Marija had chosen that course before; she would only plead with him, here by the corpse of his dead wife. Already Elzbieta had choked down her tears, grief being crowded out of her soul by fear. She had to bury one of her children but then she had done it three times before, and each time risen up and gone back to take up the battle for the rest.
Perhaps this was due to the repulsiveness of the work; at any rate, the people who worked with their hands were a class apart, and were made to feel it. In the late spring the canning factory started up again, and so once more Marija was heard to sing, and the love-music of Tamoszius took on a less melancholy tone.
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